Past Comes Slowly In

Past comes slowly in and is before you,
While the world's making ways that always are;
We are walking the streets from old to new,
Sketching up plans that should be going far.
Our life is full of drafts and whole reviews,
And with the objects to some other thoughts;
Moods of glory masks of ironic previews,
Future roads and streets into highway knots.
Life was never for slowing down or fear,
Always new in thinking there before next;
Turning around in tides and the coming year,
Absorb in and making more old and flexed.
Past thoughts like memories slowly burning,
Swirling forces merry-go-round churning.

Searching for Thoughts

Searching for thoughts goes on from start to end,
Quickened with passion that give each calling;
Like a blank page where fingers move and bend,
Passion and pain from the footsteps falling.
Again now and now the movements go on,
Deeper within darkness enter a step;
Ignite corners in blaze millimicron,
Starting to grow and becoming more hep.
All from the searching from within the brain,
Play with what you know in bitter and sweet;
Narrow each law by reshaping the rein,
Each of its way becomes clear in its beat.
Across clearings a mind searches all through,
Symbols of play is know how to continue.

Winter Day and Space

Winter day and space of the urban earth,
Where the river starts its flowing in spring;
Like seeds ideas come forth into new birth,
Though old ones are there still worthy to sing.
With your hand in mine I will walk again,
Searching down the road for other pathways;
Age is like a mirror tracking your yen,
Through the passive feelings with a rephrase.
Through the currant bushes in our lone veins,
Boredom is too easy to be tauten;
Nothing on this drifting makes ascertains,
Like the pictures in clouds time's forgotten.
Passage to the city clearings gone by,
We can ask some questions and still espy.

When You Come and Stay

When you come and stay within this or that,
Someone spells it out from the world you know;
From what we deserve and in reformat,
Holding its place in its environment lingo.
Since the hour was clear against its own sight,
With the wounded holdings that never stay;
When dark was in the starry clearings light,
Twinkling of old unveiled its space and way.
I wouldn't know the gold that holds the lines,
That brings space into its own true image;
And gives all the surface the lustrous shines,
Which is the fore between odds and scrimmage.
Searching goes on where a meaning unfolds,
Through the base of life and other footholds.

There Are Some Times

There are some times when nothing can be done,
We are walking through the intestate way;
And feeling how the time is moving on,
When morning will end later in the day.
Transcendental instants leading somewhere,
Through all this space of loneliness we know;
Going to the garden when trees are bare,
And beds are empty in the winter snow.
We are moving toward all this dream sleep,
Through the travesties of the breathing still;
Shadows form the wall to our eyes creep,
Someplace is the hour where values distill.
On to the morning of what there might be,
Moments across from seed to new tree.

The Transparent Birth

The transparent birth of the sweetest things,
That come and go into the earthy arms;
What to an instantaneous moment brings,
All the perceptive signs and its charms.
The caught and the griping of the blue sky,
In an instant vanishes as it turns;
Open flowing of a dissolving high,
That in the morning with yellow fire burns.
Dawning that opens the beach and the sea,
And gives every wave its glistening pearls;
Diaphanous billows coming discovery,
Whenever a moment in splash-splash burls.
Among the clouds new opportunities,
Constant contrast between immunities.

Heart Broken Flowers

Heart broken flowers and burned up flame,
With give and takes of things and some within;
With years of no love like stone that became,
Hope for some kindness but all was akin.
Twist of fate and a tangled sinuous meaning,
There is nothing left that echoes the flare;
All of concern pages contravening,
Nothing was left letters going nowhere.
Address my heart that slops and runs aground,
Wandering roots and bramble hands inside;
Carbonized days for things that were not found,
Shadows from night that in clear day must hide.
Love is like the years it took it to cross,
Intense lines and forms appears in each loss.

There is Song In and Out

There is song in and out nightdreaming now,
All the kindness that has spoken so oft;
And reach to the mystery of my heart somehow,
With and ageless exceptional feeling so soft.
Where a sky colors up in its secret place,
And clouds drift on by finding their touch;
All ages of women and kindness of ways,
Where love reaches dreams and gives us so much.
Make covers and looks to take them to there,
Where flowers are busy in coloring the earth;
For all that is in time gives differences to bear,
And becomes to busy to know what's worth.
Few songs that you spoke were secret to me,
And gave me a place of naked mystery.

There Was a Time

There was a time where I's nowhere going,
With all so much and day like the night;
Feeling in heart that were still and just growing,
I thought I did have something of its flight.
With a morning that outwears and comes fresh,
When pauses of breath are waiting the reach;
And all that's harvesting becomes more less,
For all that is inside you never can teach.
The night is for lovers to explore and live,
When day returns normal with salt on breast;
You search in your soul and know what to give,
For else all your loving is worth the least.
Day returns too soon from having repose,
All things must go by that's how it all goes.